"Um."

"Can you take care of children?"

For a long time, Qiao Muting remained silent.

Just as Qiao Zhengshan was trying to find another topic, he continued, "No one is born knowing how to take care of children. But as long as someone truly loves children, they wouldn't intentionally hurt them, would they?"

At least, I won't treat my child like a soldier, nor will I deliberately find fault with him to make mistakes and then whip him with a belt.

Then tell him that this is to make him remember so that he won't do it again.

They certainly wouldn't believe that hitting or scolding children is for their own good.

I will not vent my frustrations on my children.

I don't know if this counts as knowing how to take care of a child!

Qiao Zhengshan swallowed hard.

He knew that every word his son spoke reflected his own mistakes.

He really went too far when he was young.

What does her own emotional hurt and being bound to love by her family have to do with the weak and innocent Qiao Muting?

Why didn't you realize this at the time? Why did you insist on using the child as a bargaining chip in your game with Cheng Fang'an, leaving the child battered and bruised?

He also had moments of heartache, but they were fleeting.

Indeed, there is a huge difference between biological children and those born to one's parents.

"Mu Ting, Dad... was too strict with you before."

This was probably the softest tone Qiao Zhengshan could muster.

Qiao Muting had imagined countless times that one day his father would grow old, be bedridden and unable to move, or, on his deathbed, offer a sincere confession to him and his mother.

He will not choose to forgive!

Every scar on my body is like a mark engraved on my heart.

May he never forget: Fatherly love is like a mountain, causing the mountain to collapse, the earth to split, the house to crumble, and the pain to be shattered to pieces!